this should be published in a book of poetry
So, this crazy thing happened at Newport Folk: Jack White broke down in tears. TEARS. REAL. EMOTION. I’m not teasing the Third Man prez and former White Stripe; I was legitimately dumbfounded that the notoriously guarded rocker was opening up to the crowd the way he was while conducting a sing-along tribute to Pete Seeger with “Goodnight, Irene.” It got me thinking about how the Jack White I’d seen at Governors Ball and Bonnaroo earlier this season wouldn’t have stopped shouting or launching into weird rants long enough to pull off such a beautiful moment, and how Newport Folk really, truly cultivates this experience and obliterates any sense of celebrity and inaccessibility between its audience and its talent. I went long on this for Esquire, dissecting the pros and cons of the mega-festival industry and why Coachella, Lollapalooza, etc. can learn a thing or two from the folk at Fort Adams.
Aries: stop jackin off
Taurus: hoe and not ashamed of it
Cancer: crybaby ass
Leo: BIG Bitch and u fuckin kno it. u love it dont u.
Virgo: ethereal and always SO busy
Scorpio: u are sleepy and powerful.
Sagittarius: probably like drinkin some healthy shit. u look good as hell too.
Aquarius: clean ur fingernails
Pisces: stop bein so stingy an love urself
*Bob Belcher voice* oh my god
australia’s got a lot of fucked up shit going on but at least we can say our last mass shooting was 18 years ago
because after it happened we placed higher restrictions on gun ownership
because that’s the logical fucking thing to do
pumpkin spice candles soon
pumpkin lattes soon
kit harington at the game of thrones autography signing at sdcc // july 26th, 2014